Yao Hui Yue no longer paid attention to Ling Han; honestly, with Ling Han' current strength, he really couldn't interest him to fight; waving his hand could instantly kill Ling Han. He looked at the Crimson Red Chilling Ice Grass, taking large strides forward.
He chose the flame area, and instantly, waves of flames rose from the ground, spurting towards him.
Yao Hui Yue brushed casually with his hands as flashes of Sword Qi shot out, annihilating all of the flames. However, as he approached the center with each step, the power of the flames were more violent and turned into a fire snake, convolving around him.
"Extinguish!" Yao Hui Yue used as his fingers as a sword. Xiu, xiu, xiu, nine flashes of Qi shot out in unison.
Ling Han's gaze brightened—nine flashes of Sword Qi!
